When and where our essence of lives were?
When our mother gave us birth,
The first journey stop was our mother,
Now we have to walk through on this earth.
We have to face different types of situations,
Throughout in this journey we will meet people
To survive we need to make relations,
If we don't do that we have to struggle.
Though we know that it will not last longer,
All on a sudden our journey will stop,
Everything will leave us alone for hereafter
Might be someone will shed their eyes drop.
We tried heart and soul to stay here,
We did lots of deeds;
Some were fair and some were unfair,
The death will put full stop to our all needs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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